METERS

Ready to thrust a knife through ya chest, until it's compressed/
Carve ya up and digest all of ya bars until i get a cardiac arrest/

^^^LAME...NOTHING PUNCHING HERE DAWG...

I'm kinda lika a tumar on ya chest, 'cuz ya really should be aware of me/
and also because i embarass ya skin so crimson bitches think you're a cherokee/

^^^EH...NOT MUCH OF A PUNCHLINE...

My rhymes focus to unleash the plague of locusts on Soft Focus/
Ya rhymes are as intelligent as first born, so I strike 'em down like Moses/

^^^STRIKE EM DOWN LIKE MOSES?...WHO DID MOSES STRIKE DOWN?...

Can't resist the urge to physically make you a man of few words/
In other words, i'm gonna bury the hatchet and leave our problems minced in thirds/

^^^EH...WASN'T FEELIN IT...

You can't come hard in the battle, but even worse is in ya sex life you can't cum at all/
'cuz ya structure is as flimsy as ya soft cock but unlike ya streched lines it's a little more small/

^^^THIS WAS A GAY LINE RIGHT HERE...TALKIN BOUT YOUR COCK...

My rhymes dice ya creating gills, cast my line into the ocean and snagged ya skills/
Realize that the 'depth might be more defining than me,' but does the depth write wills?/

^^^EH...NOTHING HERE...

Thrust bitch,i wish you would have heard that to battle Meters is to know a veil/ (no avail)
Punched ya lighs out so many times had to confirm ya of your loss in braille/

^^^EH...CONCEPT WAS LAME...

Your punches are dumber than a box of rocks, like a Talaban ya throwin' 'em at me/
Elevate my friend, start throwing twigs, atleast than your rhymes will be snappy/

^^^HA...THIS WAS DECENT...





THRUST...

Ur bound to Expload, Just watch as i Bomb your avy,
Just another smoked herb.. That doesn't satisfy my cravings,

^^^EH...NOTHING HERE...

I really do...Pitty this fool, Consider me Mr. T...
Cuz I wreck meters down the middle...like c-o-l-l-e-c-t,

^^^YOU RHYMED t WITH T...LAME DAWG...

Wow your somethin special, U learned to bite rhymes,
If you were Worth something...then i'd be droppin Dimes,

^^^EH...PUNCH WAS SOFT AS WET SH!T...

I'll mount this kill on my wall, Another headless Bum,
I'd put you on a plaque...But you are a No one,

^^^WACK...NOTHING ELSE TO CALL IT...

I just school you kid...Yet, You don't have any Class,
Ur fucked bitch...Like my las peice of Ass

^^^PLAYED...PEOPLE SAID THIS BACK IN THE 80's

Ur a true playboy...Servin my Beef on Roller Blades...
But even wit 8 wheels...Meters isn't safe

^^^EH...COULD HAVE BEEN KINDOF NICE WITH A DIFFERENT SET UP...

Meter's next move is goin to be Control Alt Delete,
Cuz i sent him upstairs...Hiding under his sheets

^^^HA...NOTHING PUNCHING AT ALL...

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THIS WAS A WEAK BATTLE



VOTE=THRUST...cuz he didnt use a gay cock or cum line...